I suppose some of you, after you read my story, will think I'm some kind
of monster, a pervert for the way I successfully seduced my own
daughter.
But, you know what? I really don't give a shit.
I
am balls-deep in the hottest, creamiest cunt I've ever had the pleasure
of sticking my dick into, plus I have the satisfaction of knowing that
every time I fuck my daughter, I'm sticking it to my ex-wife.
Of
course, she'd have us both arrested if she learned what's going on, but
there isn't much chance of that happening. As far as anyone here knows,
I'm just putting my daughter up while she goes to college, and Lorrie's
certainly not going to tell her mom what's going on.
For one
thing, she loves me and the fucking she gets from me, and for another,
she and Estelle – my ex – have had a testy relationship for a long time,
all the more so after she told her mom she wanted to attend college
here and live with me.
http://www.porncc.org/don-call-daughter-t180163.htmlTruth is, I've never really thought of
Lorrie as my daughter. Lorrie – that's short for Lorraine – hasn't been a
regular part of my life since Estelle and I broke up 11 years ago. And
even before that, I wasn't much of a father to her.
It's a very
long story, but my ex ended up with full custody of our daughter, and
after the divorce she moved with Lorrie back to her hometown in another
state, some 500 miles from where I was living at the time.
The
only times I saw my daughter – without Estelle hovering over us – was
four days over the Christmas holidays and three weeks in the summer
every year. Of course, we talked a lot on the telephone, but those
conversations were more friend-to-friend than father-to-daughter.
And
even when Lorrie was here to visit, I'd act more as her friend than her
father. Lord knows, she needed a friend. Estelle was the mother from
hell, and she rode poor Lorrie like a rented mule throughout her teen
years, to the point where Lorrie finally rebelled.
At the risk of
sounding like a pedophile, I've known since she was a small child that
Lorrie had a certain sensuality, a certain innate sex appeal about her.
My ex-wife would argue the point, but I think she got the best of both
of us. She got Estelle's looks and my personality.
At one time,
my ex-wife was a fun-loving beauty, with dark hair, dusky complexion,
blue eyes, a nearly perfect body and a totally healthy appetite for sex.
We
met at the university, and we threw off sparks right from the get-go.
Not long after I graduated from college, when I was 22, we married. We'd
been together for a little over a year, and I figured it would last
forever.
I'm not sure when things started to turn sour. Over the
first three years of our marriage, we both worked, but we still had a
vigorous sex life, still had a lot of fun, although there were times
when Estelle could be a little bitchy.
But I just chalked that up to female hormones, and left it at that.
Things
changed noticeably, though, after Lorrie was born. Estelle was in heat
the whole time she was pregnant, but after the birth, it was like
turning off a faucet. It had been a painful delivery, then Estelle had
severe post-partum depression.
And, of course, I didn't help
matters by going out with my best friend afterwards to celebrate
Lorrie's birth by getting riotously drunk.
Once she got over the
baby blues, Estelle's whole attitude toward sex changed. Where before,
we rarely let a day go by without fucking, suddenly weeks went by where
she would hardly let me touch her.
On top of that, I was having
to work extra-long and extra-hard because Estelle absolutely refused to
go back to work. She wanted to be a stay-at-home mom, and we just
couldn't afford it.
I harbored my resentments for six years, during which time I drank a lot (which made matters worse) and we argued constantly.
But
what really made things worse was after Estelle did finally go back to
work, when Lorrie was 4. About six months after she returned to work, a
co-worker gave her some religious pamphlet and invited her to some sort
of revival.
You can guess where this is heading. Estelle got the
fever in the worst possible way. Suddenly, everything that we had been
doing with our lives was the embodiment of sin.
She fell head
over heels into this strict evangelical cult, and when I showed no
interest at all in following suit, she cut me off completely. The last
time we had sex was on my 30th birthday, and she made her distaste
obvious throughout.
Incredibly, because I still thought I loved
her, I stayed on another year after that before I finally succumbed. At
first, I contented myself with masturbating to skin magazines, and soon I
was doing that a lot. But then she caught me at it one night and went
into orbit.
So I decided if I couldn't get any kind of sexual
relief at home, I'd get it somewhere else. I had always gotten come-ons
from women I met in the office or at the bars, and finally I just said,
"fuck this," and took up with a gal from work.
Of course, Estelle
found out, and that was the end of my marriage. I've had other
relationships since, but nothing has come of them, and the past few
years I haven't really tried all that hard.
I've always been a
little obsessive-compulsive where sex is concerned, though, and I always
liked to masturbate. I figured I could be my own best lover and I
wouldn't let anyone break my heart. That became a lot easier when I
discovered the Internet. In fact, that was the vehicle by which I
enticed Lorrie into sex.
I think I always had a little bit of
desire for Lorrie. She always reminded me of Estelle – the Estelle I'd
fallen in love with, not the shrew she became – and there was always
that little twinge in my gut every time we spent time together.
But
it wasn't until she came to visit me the summer before her junior year
in high school, not long before she turned 16, that I really began to
articulate some lust for my daughter.
On her previous visit, six
months earlier, I could see that she was developing into a fine-looking
thing, but she was still more little girl than young woman.
But
the person I saw get off the plane that summer had matured into a real
stunner. She had the same dark hair, the same blue eyes, the same dusky
complexion and the same good looks her mother had had in college.
And
even through the bulky clothes that Estelle made her wear, I could see
that Lorrie had the same killer body. She had nice, firm breasts, a pert
little butt and long, sleek legs.
As usual, I was pissed off
when I saw how Estelle made our daughter look. I mean, it was the first
of July, it was hotter than hell, and Lorrie was wrapped up in a long,
heavy skirt and a long-sleeved blouse that I'm sure had originally been
buttoned to the neck, with her hair down to her butt.
It had
almost become a game. The first place we went – every year – after
Lorrie arrived was Wal-Mart to xxx her some real clothes. I bought her
snug-fitting jeans, shorter skirts, shorts, short-sleeved blouses,
T-shirts, and this time I encouraged her to get some skimpier underwear.
I also let her pick up a bikini, so she could use the pool I had in the
backyard of the new house I'd bought in the city where I had recently
moved.
Of course, Estelle would call me as soon as Lorrie
returned home – every year – raging about my letting her daughter wear,
"those sinful clothes that make her look like a slut." Well, they did no
such thing, but I got a kick out of being able to rattle Estelle's
chain like that, and, truthfully, so did Lorrie.
This time, I
went one step better. We were leaving Wal-Mart and Lorrie was
complaining about her hair. She hated having to fool with that much
hair, but Estelle's sect didn't believe in letting women cut their hair.
So,
naturally, I asked Lorrie if she wanted me to stop at the salon, and we
did. She got almost two feet of hair cut off, so that it was right at
shoulder-length. Then we had the hair tied up so we could send it off to
that charity that uses hair like that for people such as cancer victims
who've lost their hair to radiation treatments and such.
Oh my, I
could feel the flames of Estelle's wrath burning through the phone
lines when she called to bitch at me about that. I just laughed at her
and asked her what she was going to do, glue it back on?
But
Estelle was about to get a much worse shock. Before Lorrie left to
return home that summer, we talked about her college plans.
One
thing I'll give Estelle credit for is the fact that she made Lorrie into
a good student at school. Problem was, her grades were much better than
her ACT scores, so she wasn't going to get a lot of scholarship money
wherever she went, at least not initially.
As Lorrie and I talked
about where she wanted to go to college and what she wanted to do, it
became apparent that she and Estelle were at odds.
Estelle's idea
was to send Lorrie to the church-based college there in her hometown.
The church that operated the school wasn't quite the same as Estelle's,
but it was close enough in doctrine to satisfy her. It wasn't a bad
school, but it was very expensive.
Lorrie wanted to go off to
college, to begin breaking free of the bonds that her mother was pinning
her down with. Her idea was to go to the big public university in their
home state.
I immediately saw my opening, and suggested that she
might want to consider coming here. The college here is a state
university, but it isn't a real big school, it would cost far less than
the one Estelle wanted her to attend, and she could stay with me,
reducing the cost of lodging, a huge savings over the school Lorrie had
in mind.
Once I planted the idea in her mind, Lorrie was all for it.
About a week after Lorrie's return home, I got a phone call at home. It was Estelle.
"Bert?" I heard from the other end.
"Well, if it isn't the highlight of my day," I said. "Always a pleasure to hear from you, Estelle."
"Bert, why can't we for once have a civil conversation without you being so sarcastic?" Estelle said.
"Estelle, why can't we for once have a civil conversation without you being such a bitch?" I shot back.
I could just see the steam rising off her head at that.
"Look,
Bert, I didn't call you to engage in verbal warfare with you," Estelle
said, a trifle wearily. "We have to talk about Lorrie, and this nonsense
about her going to college over there."
"Sounds like a great idea to me," I said, breezily.
"You know good and well I'm not going to let her go off to college there, much less stay with you," she spat.
http://www.porncc.org/pissing-girls-pissing-public-nudity-teen-pantyhose-panty-daily-updates-page-t294486.html"I
don't see where it's your decision to make," I said. "You send her to
that college there, and I promise you it will be a waste of money you
don't have, because she'll deliberately flunk out. She has no interest
in going to school there, none whatsoever, and you're wasting your time
if you try to make her go there."
"It's the best place for her," Estelle said, her voice taking on a whiny aspect that always got on my nerves.
"Here's
the deal, Estelle," I said, slowly and deliberately. "I will pay her
way to come here and go to college. She can stay with me, so there's no
room and board to worry about, and it won't cost you a dime. I can
afford it, and you and I both know damn good and well that you don't
have the money to send her to that school over there."
"My
daughter is absolutely NOT going to college there, and she's sure as
Hades not going to live with a heathen pervert like you!" Estelle said,
slamming the phone.
I chuckled, because I knew I had her. She had
completely overlooked my "damn good and well," and had said she was,
"sure as Hades," not letting Lorrie live with me, and for Estelle to use
a phrase like that, she might as well have strung together a whole
series of f-bombs.
The thing was, she knew I was right. Estelle
had managed to make a living for herself and a home for Lorrie there in
her hometown, but it was a struggle, and there was no way she had been
able to save up enough to send Lorrie to school over there.
If
she wanted Lorrie to get an affordable education, Estelle was going to
have to let her come here and live with me. Even as I thought about it,
my cock stiffened at the thought of my sexy daughter – my sexy, fully
of-age daughter – living under my roof on a full-time basis. Oh, the
possibilities.
From that point on, Lorrie's relationship with
Estelle deteriorated dramatically, and I saw the effects the next summer
when Lorrie came to stay with me. In fact, it concerned me a little,
too.
Gone was the bulky outfit. Lorrie bounced off the plane in a
tight pair of jeans, a light spaghetti-strap top, which just did cover a
very scanty bra – neither of which did much to hide her gorgeous
cleavage – sandals and she was quite well made-up, which was another sin
in her mother's eyes.
And when she saw me, she bounded into my
arms and gave me a full kiss on the lips. I looked into her eyes, and I
knew this girl was no longer a virgin, and while the thought made me
hard as a rock, I felt like I needed to maybe slow her down a little
bit.
The opportunity came after she'd gone out one night with
some of the friends she'd made, and came home with beer on her breath
and a whiff of marijuana on her clothes.
The one area of social
life where Estelle and I were in total agreement on Lorrie's upbringing
was in regard to alcohol and drugs. Estelle's distaste for it came from
her religion; mine came from hard experience.
I'd always liked to party, always liked the beer and the weed, and after my divorce I dove into both with gusto.
The
first time I got arrested for a DUI, there weren't really any
consequences. I paid the fine and was done with it. But the second time,
just 13 months later, was more serious. Not only was I arrested for a
second DUI, but the cops also found a little pipe with some weed that
I'd been smoking.
My boss at the time, who was also a long-time
friend from college, gave me an ultimatum: go into rehab, get clean and
sober – and stay that way – or kiss my career goodbye.
Since I
happen to work in a field that I love, at a good company that
compensates me very well, I chose Door Number One. I did a three-month
outpatient stretch at a rehab clinic, then another 18 months doing the
AA thing learning how to deal with sobriety before I let that fade out
of my life. But I've been clean and sober for seven years now, and I
believe it saved my life.
But Estelle and Lorrie knew nothing
about that, so when Lorrie came home that night a little drunk and high,
I decided it was time she learned the truth.
I sat her down and
told her gently but firmly that I wasn't going to accept that from her,
that she was much too smart to fall into that trap. Then I told her my
story. By the end, she was crying on my shoulder, which – devil that I
am – gave me the tinglies inside.
And I promised Lorrie that she
could come here to go to college, and I would support her every way I
could, but she had to promise me that she would keep her nose clean and
stay out of trouble in the interim.
She looked at me with tears
in her eyes and promised that she would. And as we stared in each
other's eyes, I saw something else, too: desire. Suddenly, I understood
that as much as I'd lusted after her, she'd held me up as her ideal of
the sexy man.
Our little talk helped set Lorrie straight about
drugs and alcohol, but her entire senior year of high school she still
gave her mother fits. She had boyfriends, usually more than one at a
time, in open defiance of Estelle, and I was pretty sure those
boyfriends were getting what they wanted from her.
Well, as it
turned out, they were and they weren't. Lorrie was smart enough not to
get pregnant, and she kept the boys happy by becoming the best
head-giver in her class.
Half the boys in her graduating class
whooped and cheered when she walked across the stage to get her diploma,
and she stuck out her tongue playfully as she left the stage, to
Estelle's absolute disgust.
Estelle was stubbornly holding on to
the notion that Lorrie would dutifully trot off to the local college,
but we both finally informed her, in no uncertain terms, that she'd be
moving in with me in August and attending college there.
Estelle had one desperate trump card she tried to play as we sat in her house after Lorrie's graduation.
"If
you do, you'd better take whatever you don't want me to throw away,"
Estelle said to Lorrie bitterly. "Because if you go off with him, you
will no longer be my daughter."
I was actually stunned speechless. But only for a moment.
"Do
you really hate me that much?" I asked quietly. "Are you really that
cold-hearted that you would disown your daughter, the one you've fought
like hell to raise into a decent young adult, to get back at me? Why do
you hate me like that?"
"It's not a matter of whether I hate you
or not," Estelle said. "As a matter of fact, I don't hate you. But
you're a godless sinner, and I will not have my daughter living in sin."
Lorrie
and I looked at each other, and we both gave a sort of half-smile. I
think we both understood the irony of the term "living in sin."
But
we stood firm. Before I returned home, I helped Lorrie complete her
admission forms, and we made plans for me to come back over when it came
time for her to go off to college.
So on Lorrie's 18th birthday,
I drove a rental truck to Estelle's little house and loaded up Lorrie's
things. By then, Estelle had softened just enough that she wanted
Lorrie to stay in touch, and they did hug when we left, but it was a
strained parting.
There was no air conditioning in the truck I'd
rented, it was hot in that cab, and we were both sweaty and tired by the
time we got to my place.
I was also horny as hell, because the
moment we turned off the street after leaving Estelle's, Lorrie reached
under her T-shirt and pulled off her bra. And at our first stop, she
changed into a pair of shorts.
Seeing those long legs and that
beautiful set of tits wiggling freely in her sweaty T-shirt kept my cock
in a state of high alert the whole trip. I knew it wasn't going to be
long before we would be lovers, but I wasn't sure how to proceed.
It was the computer and my trusty left hand that provided the opening.
Lorrie
had finally gotten moved into the second bedroom, then we had to get
her into orientation and all the things that come with starting school
as a freshman.
Things had finally settled down to a routine, and I
was following one of my routines late one night, after she had been
there about three weeks.
I was surfing the Web for some of my
favorite porn sites, with my hard 7 inches sticking out through the hole
in my pajama pants. I had a nice easy rhythm going, working my
lubricated cock up and down and groaning softly.
My computer sits in the front of the den off the kitchen, set off in its own area, but accessible from anywhere in the house.
http://www.porncc.org/don-call-daughter-t180163.htmlI
was looking at movie clips of girls who take facial cumshots, and I was
really starting to get into it when I heard a soft gasp from the
kitchen. I whipped my head around and Lorrie was staring at my cock.
I
went through the motions of stuffing myself back in my pants, and I
apologized, but Lorrie just said not to worry about it, and apologized
for interrupting me.
I waited until she finished the bowl of
cereal she'd gotten up from bed to have, then she came over and gave me a
big hug. As she leaned over to hug me, I got a close-up view of
Lorrie's wonderful tits, right down to the stiff, pink nipples, and she
smiled seductively as she strutted off to bed.
"Carry on," she said as she looked over her shoulder and winked at me.
It took me about 30 seconds after that before I shot a monster cumshot all over my chest and hands.
A
week or so went by, and I quietly monitored where Lorrie had been on
the computer, and sure enough, I discovered that she was looking at some
of the sites I'd conveniently left in the History file.
But
what really got my cock up to speed in a hurry was when I happened to
access the Google file to see what she'd been fishing for. About six
lines down, I read that someone – and it had to be Lorrie – had inquired
about incest stories.
And, lo and behold, when I dug around
deeper in the History file, I saw that my darling daughter was reading
erotic stories about fathers seducing their daughters.
I decided
it was time to up the ante. I didn't want to come on too strong to her,
despite my raging desire. I wanted her to take things at her pace, and
for her to decide how far she wanted to go.
So my plan was to act
as I would if I were still living alone, and see what she would do. The
moment came on a Friday night. The college football team was playing at
home the next afternoon, and she'd attended a pep rally that night,
then she had gone out with some friends.
One thing I found quite
gratifying was that Lorrie made friends easily. Like I said, she has my
personality. I'm an open, likeable guy and I make friends everywhere I
go. Most of my really close friends live some distance away, but I've
made quite a few solid acquaintances in the two-plus years that I've
lived here.
I watched the news, then booted up the computer. As I
waited for the machine to warm up, I thought about what I wanted to do,
then I decided to do like I always did. I slid my gym shorts off,
kicked them aside and sat naked in my office chair.
I hadn't
taken care of business in several days, anticipating something like
this. I wanted to have a full head of cum built up for what I had
planned, so my cock was already throbbing with need and wet at the tip. I
reached in the desk drawer and pulled out the lubricant jelly, and got
it ready to go.
I started off by looking at some movies of
lesbians in action. I have a certain progression that I use when I get
in front of the computer, and watching hot girls licking each other's
pussies or, better yet, working long, fat dildoes in their cunts, always
gets my cock up to speed in a hurry.
I had that nervous feeling
in my stomach that I always get when I start getting aroused, and that
sent a tingle through my cock as I slowly worked it with my left hand. I
was all the more aroused because of where I hoped things would go on
this particular night.
As I clicked through some of the movie
samples of girls with girls, I felt a thick ball of pre-cum boil out the
tip of my cock, and I rubbed the natural lubricant all over the head
and down my shaft.
I was groaning softly as I enjoyed the
exquisite feelings of lust swelling through my body. I squeezed my cock
and gasped from the sparks of sensation that crackled through my body.
As
the flow of pre-cum became thicker, I switched from lesbians to groups,
watching sluts of every type taking on two or more men at a time.
My
cock throbbed as I watched, and finally decided it was time to grease
the skids, so to speak. I flipped open the top of the tube of jelly,
squeezed out a generous dollop and slathered it all up and down my
shaft, then down over my balls.
I began to work both hands slowly up and down my cock, panting heavily as the cum started to boil in my balls.
I
watched samples of girls taking cocks in their pussy and in their
mouth, samples of girls getting double penetrated, and one incredible
sample film of a hot-looking blonde taking a cock in her pussy, one in
her ass, three in her mouth and one in each hand.
After that, I
moved on to the facials, which is where I usually come. I was beginning
to wonder how long I could hold back the tidal wave of cum that was
locked and loaded for delivery. I was taking it very, very slowly,
working my cock carefully to keep from coming too soon.
Just when
I thought I couldn't stand it anymore, I heard a car door slam outside.
I felt a tingle rush through my body as my iron-hard cock sat on go.
I
clicked on a movie of a girl taking two cumshots on her face and as I
watched I heard the side door open. I pretended to be oblivious to
Lorrie's presence, but it was tough. I heard her come into the kitchen
area.
"Hi Daddy, I..." and she stopped as she saw what I was doing.
I
was concentrating on the screen, but I was grinning inside. Lorrie had a
full-on view of my throbbing-hard cock and the computer monitor, which
showed the girl getting hosed by two huge cocks.
I couldn't hold
it back. I grunted and groaned as a quicksilver cumshot raced through my
cock and exploded out the tip. I shot thick jets of pearl-white cum
high into the air and shivered as it splattered all over my bare chest.
I gave a satisfied moan as I squeezed out the final dregs of one of the most spectacular orgasms I'd had in a long time.
I
happened to steal a glance over at my daughter, and she had a shocked
look on her face, with a hand covering her mouth. But her eyes were
gleaming in lust as she stared at my cum-covered cock, which was rapidly
deflating.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," I said. "I didn't expect you until later, and I was too close to quit."
http://www.porncc.org/don-call-daughter-t180163.htmlLorrie's
reaction was curious. Instead of bolting off in embarrassment, she
nonchalantly walked into the kitchen, opened a drawer, pulled out a hand
towel and brought it over to me.
"That's OK, Daddy," she said, keeping her eyes glued to my dick. "It's not like I haven't ever seen a man's cock before."
"Oh?"
I said, as I casually cleaned the cum from my body and slipped my
shorts back on. "I take it, then, that you aren't a virgin?"
"Well..." she said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
And
that's when she told me about her sex life up to that point. As I had
suspected, she'd given up her virginity during her junior year of high
school, and had had a couple of encounters with boys.
She loved
sex, she said, but she was afraid of going too far too often. She knew
her mother wouldn't allow her to get on contraceptives and that Estelle
would throw her on the street if she came up pregnant.
"So I decided to get very good at handjobs and blowjobs," she said with a knowing grin.
I could feel my cock swelling again at that thought.
"I see," I said, and we grinned at each other. "Would you like to get on the pill?"
"Well..."
she kind of hemmed and hawed, so I told her I would make an appointment
with a gynecologist, but that it might be a few weeks before she could
get in to see one.
"No problem," she said. "I'll just do what you're doing until I can fuck without worrying about getting pregnant."
I
laughed and we hugged before going to bed. Yet I also felt a sizzle
roll through me not only at the casual way she used the word, "fuck,"
but also at the implication that she planned on sitting in my chair and
getting herself off, and the way she intended to become sexually active
once she got on the pill.
Things really picked up steam after
that. The next afternoon, we went to the game, which our team won, then
Lorrie decided to accompany me to a post-game dinner rather than go out
with her friends. She had a devilish look in her eye as we sat and ate.
We
were having coffee, when she looked me squarely in the eye and said
something that made my cock stand up straight, right there in the
restaurant.
"Daddy, can I xxx you tonight?" she said. "You know, xxx you beat off? I love watching guys come."
"Really?" I said.
"Um hum," she said, and her tongue slid over her lips in a gloriously seductive manner.
"How
about you?" I asked. "You think you might let your pervert dad xxx you?
It's been awhile since I've seen a real live naked woman, and you're
about the prettiest, sexiest woman I've seen in a long time. I've always
thought you were sexy."
"Mmmmmm," she purred. "I'd like that. We can xxx each other come. Sounds like fun."
We
were both jacked with excitement over the turn our relationship was
taking. We drove home and the silence in the car was palpable.
When
we got home, we retreated to our respective bedrooms, and I quickly
changed into my trusty gym shorts, then went out and booted up the
computer. My cock was a raging beast in my pants as I awaited Lorrie's
entry.
To say I was stunned by my first look at my daughter's naked body when she emerged from her bedroom would be an understatement.
She's
a little taller than average, probably 5-foot-8 maybe, and slender,
with those long legs I mentioned earlier, and an absolutely beautiful
set of tits that I'd guess are in the 34B range. Top it off with her
dusky complexion – made all the darker by her tan from sitting by the
pool – her dazzling eyes and her long dark hair, and you've got a
walking sex bomb.
And she knew what she had, too, because she
strutted into the study like a cat on the prowl. She walked in to where
I'd pulled a chair up so she could sit next to me and xxx the monitor.
"You like my body, Daddy?" she said, staring at my rampant cock.
"Does this answer your question?" I said as I slid the shorts off to reveal my rock-hard cock.
http://www.porncc.org/pissing-girls-pissing-public-nudity-teen-pantyhose-panty-daily-updates-page-t294486.html"You've got a beautiful cock, Daddy," Lorrie purred. "It's the biggest and nicest one I've ever seen."
"Really?" I said. "I'd have thought some of those young studs at your high school would have been hung like horses."
"No, not really," she said, and I looked over to see Lorrie fussing with one of her nipples.
My
cock was a throbbing monster, and, yes, it is a nice-sized piece of
meat, probably 7?,maybe 8 inches and pretty fat. I had already begun
idly stroking it as Lorrie and I chatted, and a big fat ball of pre-cum
boiled out the tip.
I swirled it around with my thumb, and more
followed, until I had the whole cap covered with slick lube. I looked
down and saw that Lorrie had her left hand between her legs and was
working her middle finger around her clit, just getting it warmed up.
